my feels are raw

A guide to being a vocal citizen

For people wondering how to take action post-election of a racist demagogue (pulled from Twitter and cleaned up):

Make a spreadsheet or a file for your representatives with names, addresses to their offices, phone numbers, and contact forms. Put everyone there. Make a note in your calendar app to check in on issues once a month.

Pay attention to news. If you get angry, upset, or worried, seek support from friends but ALSO shoot these reps an email, too. Be courteous but firm and blunt. It’s a numbers game. Often we remain invisible because we don’t go to events and rallies and can’t be physically present. But we can attach our names to emails, we can write letters, we can be vocal. We don’t have to be invisible.

You can do this with your national reps, state reps, and local reps. If someone reps you anywhere, note them. Open a line and revisit it. It’s hard work and slow. One email at a time. One letter at a time. One call at a time. Emails are easy these days, so splurge every few months on a stamp and send a letter if you can. Put your humanity in front of these people. Flout it. Some won’t care, but others will. Change ONE mind and results can cascade.

Rural areas are bubbles full of bigotry and now it’s newly revealed. But we white people who live here have the clout and power! We can speak up when our reps say terrible things, and do terrible things, and vote terrible ways. We can go “I am disappointed in you.” It’s work, but as we’ve seen the last six months, it’s time for us to do that work. If someone goes “who are your reps” you gotta know. If you don’t know and you’re mad about this election, it’s time to create that file and keep it with you and use it.

The time for social media rants only is over. Or, do those, but maybe pull those threads out into a paragraph and send them to your reps. And don’t ONLY email or contact when things go badly. Also reach out when things go right. Even if they voted AGAINST something. Treat them like you would want to be treated if you were wrong or mistaken. But we’ve gotta reach out and let them know we’re here.

Anyway, I know this is hard work. If you need help collecting your reps, give me a ping via DM and I’ll help you get started.



S̺͍͉͔͉̞̪Ḁ̸̰̮͝Y̶̪ ̳͇̭͍̥̭͉ͅG̕҉̡̦̲O̤̫͖͎̗͜͞ͅÒ̴̬̠̺̪̥͉̳͉̥͝D̨̺̦̯͙͙͔̯͚͠B̸̬̻̝͉͍̻̀͝Y҉̫̝̖̹̝̠͠E̲̩͟͝ͅ // Screencaps // 31.10.2016

pt 2 of me taking a digital art class: my future fryder!! her name is stella


“When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.”

~~My second raw/vegan/organic/local salad today::::
Mixed greens, arugula, cilantro, kale, red onion, tomato/ avocado/ NOODLIZED zucchini, coconut oil, lemon, hymalian sea salt and homemade dressing:::
~~coconut kefir, red pepper, fresh ginger/turmeric from Wolfgangs farm, garlic, and macadamia nuts ~~ topped with hemp seeds.
(( Recipe & photo by Tori Bird Pope ))
((( @jah-feel ))

It’s 9:20 pm and I’m in bed reading Tumblr and I see @sugaredbutnotsweet tagged me for a stop drop selfie, and I take a moment: does the Internet really need another picture of my face? right now? Of course it doesn’t, but that’s never stopped me before, so I don’t see why it should stop me now, and it’s my blog, and these people who are following along know what they signed up for, so.

Don’t ever tell me to calm down. Don’t ever tell me how to handle my own emotions. You have no right. If I do not feel my emotions at its most raw state and embrace it, I cannot control it. It is like directing a ship into the eye of the storm. Do I sound crazy? Maybe, but it’s the best thing I can do.
I handle my emotions better than anyone else I know. Let me do what I need to do in order to do that. I handle my own damn self.
—  Submitted by @oneofthemillionarmy
In interest of transparency

One of the things I have been trying to do since I returned this year was to be more transparent and forthcoming about myself… not only is it therapeutic to my issues, but its also somewhat mandated by my therapist.

I feel like I have been open more so.. and more raw and honest in these last few months.. at least I have tried.

Anyways, that leads us to today…

I had a full blown paranoia episode today that followed a stressful morning (few days really).  One in which I was ready to murder anyone I saw, anyone who dared to step through my door… because I was convinced they were. That people were on their way to get me.

What triggered that event is not important. Its trivial really.

But you, who are reading this… i assume you read what I write for various reasons but above all, that you care about me as I do you. I’ve not really been in the right mindset for a few days. given the nature of the time of the year… it should be understandable.

But I am sitting here writing. Because I have been told to.

I am inclined to apologize… today I probably burned a bridge, I probably made an irrational decision or two.. I probably sent emails and messages I should not have. I ignored a lot of people… a lot of pms… a lot of help.

My decisions and actions were not my own. Looking back on the day now its all seemingly so silly. But, it happens.. and its what I deal with.

i finally took some medicine and now I am calm and collected. Now I am ok.

and no… I dont need nor really want an influx of PM’s and asks… asking me if i need anything, or checking on me, or whatever… I will likely just ignore you. Not because I want to, but because its better that way for the moment. Wait about a week… then message me then. I will be in better sorts by then.

right now i need to find a sense of normalcy…. so, just carry on.

I will be fine.

My Sourwolf

Author Prompt: A softer side to the Big Bad Wolf ;}

His lips crashed onto mine, hands lifting my legs up as he slid down the wall. I was left straddling his hips, my lower back pressed against his knees. His hands cupped my cheeks as mine came to rest on his chest, slowly travelling to his broad, strong shoulders and tangling themselves into his hair. This kiss was hot, full of untamed energy, I could feel raw passion in every inch of my body, my bones, burning through my veins as I pressed myself closer to him. In return his right hand went to my lower back, pulling me impossibly closer to him. I knew I was a goner the second his left hand became tangled in my hair, I knew now that every fibre of my being would tell me to stay with him.

Keep reading